Han Xi's tearful eyes were fixed on Lu Jinghan, as if they had experienced an eternity together.
Lu Jinghan lowered his head to kiss Han Xi's tears on her cheek, feeling an immense heartache.
Fu Bin, who was sitting on the sofa, wisely got up and left the hospital room, recognizing they needed time alone after their brush with life and death.
Han Xi's cracked lips barely moved as she spoke weakly, "In the fire, I was so scared, afraid I would never see you again, afraid I would die and drink Meng Po Soup, and then never remember you..."
Lu Jinghan kissed Han Xi's mouth, tears streaming down his face, not wanting her to continue.
His heart ached so much, as if being cut into pieces.
Lu Jinghan's lips gently pressed against Han Xi's. He dared not kiss deeply, fearing she couldn't bear it.
Han Xi raised her hand, fingertips wiping away Lu Jinghan's tears from the corners of his eyes, "Don't cry, silly. I'm not dead, right? You should be happy."
